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Mob Niggas Don't Die

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Текст песни TWISTA - Mob Niggas Don't Die




(feat. Liffy Stokes, Turtle Banxx)[Twista]Gang Bangin ain't go' never die, as longAs niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin forever highAin't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down til they get youMultiple slugz found in your tissue( )Whatever it is you should've honored itwhen them niggaz told you not to come around hereAnd you was found hereYour death is now nearI'm bout to put a bullet in his gut, catch him at the stop signAnd dump em' in his nuts. Now lets play a game of find and searchWhile your mamma cryin' in church I'll be spyin for workI'ma go right on Cause when your life's goneNigga there is no replacementAnd you got your work hid in the basementI got it, gothicGo for the endo, she's smokin hydro-ponic chronicBlow out the heart like entity injuries upon my bodydon't help heal up the scar, so baby don't crycause mob niggaz don't die[Liffy Stokes]Mob niggaz ain't go' never dieWe in the lot, callin shots, keepingDope fiends forever highForever fire get lit wit the trigger eyeTwenty split, gun the bitch, leave her dead IMan I put your block on fourHit k town and come back wit a bus loadFull of niggas that's down and dirty, pushin thirtyMinutes beef it gets muddyBut I'ma swim through the murky waterHold it down like a carter, live long like a godfatherKick Volvo's, fuck tight hoesLive a life many kill and fight forAnd campaign in this rap game, cause ain't nothing outhere in these motherfuckingStreets man, and that's comin from a nigga you know who choseTo be legit and still rip foes[Chorus 1 x2]Mob niggas, cause drama, till it's hot get shot, see the dotSame day back on the block, set up shophat throw thuggin, throwin upFo's and forks, strapped upscreamin out I ain't gon' never die[Chorus 2 x2]we can be shot at, battered and bruisedbloody and left out in the coldBut real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years oldI'm still gonna murder youCause mob niggaz don't die[Turtle Banxx]We release no doubtJust close are eyes and open fireMash and bang on niggaz let them hot boys flyYou can tell a maniac got a look in his eye, card green, twoMagazines and a throw away knifeMy position is thorough compositionCompetition is minimum blocksWe bendin them shotsWe're sendin them at the rhythmHit them put venom in themBloody up him in his jeansAnd watch the white shirt study the sceneGang bangin aint go' Never ceaseAs long as there's streets, police and heat, dope rocks and weedChronic, empty stomachs and mouths to feedWho want it niggaz off the deedThe K Town we spray roundSo stay down, this aint no play ground around hereYou could get found around hereShot up, battered and bruisedHeadline of the newsThe chosen, the few, mob niggaz don't die fool[Chorus 1 x2][Chorus 2 x2][Liffy Stokes]Hey, my papa told me, boy if, you wanna be a Gyou gots, to flip them keysAnd avoid, them federaliesCause they, be on that assReady to blast fastNigga fuck ask they take it, an' I'm shakin' offcharges like PaytonHot stepping out the courtroom in gators, true playazNo the businessNo case without a witness, its senseless to resist thisHostile take overTo late to pray to Jehovah, death closer, I lit him up like a toasterThen put my shit back in my holstaBlood crumbled on the postersI gave a foe like a nigga was supposed ta[Twista]Shit, was wit the bogus bird, I don't want itI can tell when I rub my finger across it it got sumthin on itFuck it if you niggaz wanna get killed wit a chick in the coatCause you can die wit the dick in the throat, hittin the droBack on the block servinAfter the murder packinFor work cuz we're lucky popo's ain't havin 'em nervousThink what I was in, family show up, an' the enemythey lay, got it locked wit ten rollsIf they spray, fuck itI'ma come back in the buck n'bloody fractures on my bodyBustin out on the public, bringin' the ruckusScreamin, die punk motherfuckersReminice on how them hoes put the nigga on crutchesSmokin' on dutches, fifty sack in my clutchesBallin no flows go, hataz Askin' how the mob's so strongI belong to the breathin' niggaz that wanna take over after popLabel me the verbal aftershockI'ma never die!




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